As We All Know, The Discworld Is

I Don't Read An Awful Lot Of Fiction And When I Do, It Tends To Be Lightweight Stuff.

It Takes A Special Kind Of Person To Fight Back.

My Character - And For That Matter My Worst Habits - Could Only Be Described By Someone Else. You Can't Open A Box With The Crowbar Inside It.

What're Quantum Mechanics?" "i Don't Know. People Who Repair Quantums, I Suppose.

He Found That He Had This Sudden Desperate Longing For The Fuming, Smoky Streets Of Ankh-morpork, Which Was Always At Its Best In The Spring, When The Gummy Sheen On The Turbid Waters Of The Ankh River Had A Special Iridescence And The Eaves Were Full Of Birdsong, Or At Least Birds Coughing Rhythmically